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“My b***h is back!” Estrella flung her arms around Anna’s neck. “Thank goodness. Art never does anything cool. No high-speed chases or blowing stuff up. He won’t even let me sit by the pool.” Her hands dragged down her face, eyelids drooping as she squished her lips together. “I’ve been soooo bored.”
Art grabbed a beer from the minifridge, eyes rolling, and Anna mouthed a silent thank you over Estrella’s shoulder.
You owe me, he mouthed back, bottle hissing as he popped the top.
“The only bright spot in my day is when those beefcake guards bring me food. Especially the Texan. That man is fuyne.”
Art stretched out on the sheet-covered couch, arm leaning into a pillow as he propped his feet on the coffee table. “How’d the meeting go? We on one more drug lord’s hit list?”
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